I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 227 - 225: Conquest

The disciples of Thunderlight Hall didn’t celebrate, as they were on excellent terms with Lingyin Hall. During their days of cultivation, Hu Jing and the others had received considerable help from Mingren and his group. The scene that unfolded was one of Thunderlight Hall disciples comforting those from Lingyin Hall.

Surprisingly, Thunderbolt didn’t taunt Wu Fatian. Instead, he stroked his beard, nodding with a smile. This was the true spirit of the tournament. Competition wasn’t meant to create enemies, but to make everyone stronger.

Wu Fatian gave a wry smile. "Old Lei, I’ve spent my whole life refusing to admit you’re better than me, but there’s one thing I truly can’t match: you’re luckier than I am."

Thunderbolt was pleased by the first half of the statement, but the second half made him want to start blowing his beard and glaring. However, one look at the disciples below made him smile instead. "Today, I won’t lower myself to argue with you."

"Thunderlight Hall has won this tournament, but failure is the mother of success! All disciples of my Lingyin Hall, hold your heads high! Don’t be cowards!"

Wu Fatian’s voice echoed across Lingyin Hall. This was likely the most devastating defeat in the Hall’s history, yet as an Ancestral Master, his perspective and stature were far grander.

"Now, let us cheer for Thunderlight Hall and Wang Meng, who have created a miracle!"

Wu Fatian’s tone suddenly shifted. The disciples were stunned for a moment, but their Ancestral Master had spoken. The disciples from Hundred Herbs Hall, Beast Hall, Fire Cloud Hall, and especially Flying Phoenix Hall erupted in cheers without hesitation.

Wu Fatian turned and gave a wave, having shown off the magnanimity of an Ancestral Master. He then looked at Thunderbolt with a sly grin. "Old Lei, don’t think you’re the only one who knows how to hand out favors."

Lingyin Hall was indeed Wu Fatian’s domain, but it was clear that in his heart, Wang Meng’s importance now weighed more heavily—whether for personal reasons or for the sake of the Holy Hall.

Zhang Xiaojiang and the others finally let loose, rushing forward and tossing Wang Meng into the air again and again.

WANG MENG~~~~MIGHTY!

THUNDERLIGHT~~~~~~~INVINCIBLE!

The cheers reached a crescendo when Yang Ying was pushed before Wang Meng by her sisters.

The miracle was still unfolding. A seven-win streak. Thunderlight Hall had fought its way to Dao Guang Hall. It was real. It was actually happening.

There was no other topic of conversation in the Holy Hall. Wang Meng and Thunderlight Hall dominated every discussion, from the lowest servants and even mortals, all the way up to the Elders and Ancestral Masters. Everyone was talking about the miracle of Thunderlight Hall and the incredible Wang Meng.

Through the Sacrificial Battle, he had defeated five of Lingyin Hall’s top experts in a row, making his personal prestige rival that of Ning Zhiquan. For years, the position of number one Third Generation Disciple had been uncontested; Ning Zhiquan was truly deserving. But just as Ning Zhiquan was on the verge of advancing, a challenger had arrived—and in such spectacular fashion.

In just one month, Wang Meng had accomplished what had taken Ning Zhiquan over a decade.

As the saying goes, one mountain cannot hold two tigers. Sooner or later, Wang Meng and Ning Zhiquan would have to face off to see who was superior.

And there was no suspense as to what would happen next. As the Senior of Dao Guang Hall, Ning Zhiquan had already sent a formal, emotionless notice to Thunderlight Hall immediately following Wang Meng’s victory.

The final battle: Dao Guang Hall. Ning Zhiquan versus Wang Meng. One battle to decide it all.

Ning Zhiquan would have been too ashamed to send out four of his juniors to wear Wang Meng down first. To win that way would be a disgrace.

It had to be a fair and open fight. Ning Zhiquan had even petitioned the Ancestral Masters to grant Wang Meng ample time to recover. He wanted to fight Wang Meng at his absolute peak.

This wasn’t arrogance; it was the confidence befitting a powerful expert of Ning Zhiquan’s stature.

If Ning Zhiquan won, his career as a disciple would be perfect. He would have created his own legends and, at the same time, crushed another in the making. What more could one ask for?

As for Wang Meng, if he could defeat Ning Zhiquan, he would undoubtedly become a legend unlike any other in the history of the Holy Hall. A hero, a beauty by his side—a new legend was about to begin.

This battle would be unprecedented.

Furthermore, all six Ancestral Masters would gather at Dao Guang Hall to witness this fight—another unprecedented event.

The tournament had turned into a festival for the entire Holy Hall.

With the final battle still to come, the disciples of Thunderlight Hall couldn’t celebrate too openly. But a private celebration behind their own closed gates was absolutely essential.

Old Zhou was dragged into the festivities as well. To his mock dismay, his private stash of liquor was hauled out by Zhang Xiaopang. Elder Zhou Feng was one of Thunderlight Hall’s own, and they had never seen an Elder so approachable. Everyone in the Hall, from top to bottom, absolutely adored him.

Although Wan Jing, Wang Bodang, and Zhao Ya were fine, there was always a sense of distance. It wasn’t like with Zhou Feng. The disciples were happy to treat Elder Zhou as one of their own, and everyone loved calling him Old Zhou.

As a result, Elder Zhou was plied with so much alcohol he was seeing stars. Once drunk, he started spilling all sorts of old stories, including some embarrassing tales about the Ancestral Masters, much to everyone’s delight.

Zhang Xiaopang was particularly excited. Fueled by alcohol, he jumped onto a table and started wiggling his hips and stripping. Just as he was about to reveal all, he was yanked down by Liuu Mei.

One must celebrate when times are good. When you’re happy, you should let yourself be happy.

Yang Ying inevitably became the target of everyone’s teasing, a rare opportunity indeed. However, out of respect for her authority as the Senior of Flying Phoenix Hall, most held back. This left poor Gao Dandan and the others to become the targets of the "pack of wolves." Proximity breeds opportunity, after all. And who knew? Maybe Yang Ying’s sisters would extend their affection for her to her friends and take a liking to one of them.

Thunderlight Hall had never been this lively, had never felt this good.

It was like passing the highest exam and celebrating one’s wedding night all at once.

For Wang Meng, this day was pure bliss. The entire experience was. It had been foolish of him to spend so much time worrying about a distant enemy. He’d deal with problems as they arose.

Yang Ying felt Wang Meng’s predatory gaze and grew a little frightened. Wang Meng held her. ’I have one more person to protect now.’

Their bodies began to burn with heat. Wang Meng cradled Yang Ying’s lovely face. She was as beautiful as jade. Spurred on by the alcohol, he could no longer hold back. It was a wonderful night. And with one encounter’s worth of experience, Wang Meng became even more ferocious, much to Yang Ying’s... distress.

Wang Meng woke at dawn the next day, all his fatigue gone. Yang Ying was curled in his arms like a gentle kitten, faint tear tracks still visible on her cheeks. Wang Meng slapped his head. ’I was too wild yesterday.’ Yang Ying, who had only recently received his "favor," had been "defeated" again and again.

Wang Meng gently kissed her eyelashes. The early morning light fell upon her cheeks, making her look like a sleeping Fairy. He felt as if he were in a dream. Just a few years ago, he was brawling in the streets with Zhang Xiaopang, and now he was holding the most beautiful Fairy in the Holy Hall.

Yang Ying awoke, opening her starry eyes. She was still a little shy when she saw him; girls were certainly more easily flustered.

"My bad about yesterday. I’ll be gentler next time, I promise," Wang Meng said.

Yang Ying bit her lip and met his gaze. "I like being... conquered by you."

Wang Meng burst out laughing, and Yang Ying wished she could find a hole to crawl into. She couldn’t believe those words had come out of her own mouth.

Such are the pleasures of the bedchamber.

Lust stirred in Wang Meng again, and a frightened Yang Ying quickly stopped him. "Think about the bigger picture! ... After the battle with Dao Guang Hall, I’ll let you have your way."

Flying Phoenix Hall was a Female Cultivation Hall, so its library contained texts on Dual Cultivation. They warned that without a proper compatible Cultivation Technique, excessive intimacy could be extremely draining.

"Are you kidding? I feel great. My Elemental Power is brimming," Wang Meng said, pausing as he realized what she was worried about.

For mortals, overindulgence would drain their stamina and vigor. For a Cultivator, it could overdraw from their Sea of Fate.

But Wang Meng felt better than ever; he had even improved. He subconsciously peered into his Sea of Fate.

Within his Sea of Fate were five new orbs of light. A yellow one overflowed with the power of the Metal of the Five Elements, a blue one with the Water of the Five Elements, a green one with the Wood of the Five Elements, a red one with the Five Elements Flame, and a brown one with the Earth of the Five Elements.

The five powers formed a Pentagram Array. Peering deeper, he saw a complex interplay of forces between them, much like the Power of Laws. At the center of the Pentagram Array was the very same gap from the Heaven and Earth Shrinking Spirit Array. A sliver of Godhood Power seeped through it, forming the core of the Pentagram Array.

Among the Five Elements Power, the Water of the Five Elements was clearly stronger than the others. Somehow, Wang Meng sensed a familiar aura from within it... It was Yang Ying’s.

Yang Ying saw Wang Meng staring blankly and thought he was angry. "If you still want to... then..."

Wang Meng snapped out of his trance and hugged Yang Ying. "No, it’s not that. I think something incredible just happened. Maybe we really can try Dual Cultivation."

Yang Ying’s face instantly turned beet red. "You’re impossible! Your mind is always in the gutter."

"Then let’s be improper one more time."

Wang Meng was domineering to his core. Yang Ying’s faint resistance only added to the thrill of conquest. For her, enduring it would become a habit.

And sure enough, Wang Meng was truly full of vigor afterward, which put Yang Ying’s mind at ease.

"When do you plan to accept the challenge?" she asked. Though her body felt weak, Yang Ying diligently fastened Wang Meng’s tunic.

"Three days from now," he said. "I’ve heard about Ning Zhiquan since the day I arrived at the Holy Hall. I finally have a chance to see what he’s made of."

Yang Ying nodded. "Be careful. Brother Ning is unfathomable. No one knows the true depth of his Elemental Power, but he’s definitely no weaker than Mingren."

Wang Meng pinched her lovely cheek. He was growing more and more fond of teasing her. ’It feels good, turning a Fairy into a mortal woman.’

"Speaking of which, he’s my love rival too. But don’t worry. Your man isn’t afraid of anyone. As for Ning Zhiquan, I’ll make sure his ambitions fall short!"

Yang Ying rolled her eyes at him. "You’re so smug after getting everything you want."

"Haha! I’m a rogue, what have I got to be afraid of?"

He grabbed her slender waist and pulled her into a long, breathless kiss.

They were interrupted by a knock at the door. ’No need to guess,’ Wang Meng thought. ’It has to be Zhang Xiaopang.’

The moment he entered, Zhang Xiaopang bellowed, "Greetings, Sister-in-law!"

This actually made Yang Ying, who had been at a loss for words, feel more at ease. "You two really are cut from the same cloth!"

Wang Meng laughed, clapping Zhang Xiaopang on the shoulder. "Look at that smug, triumphant look on your face. You must have sealed the deal."

"All thanks to Brother Meng’s excellent leadership! I took care of it in a flash. What can I say? My charm is just too powerful to resist."

"Zhang Xiaojiang, could you be any more shameless!" came Liuu Mei’s voice from outside the door, unable to listen any longer.

"Junior Sister Liuu," Yang Ying said, "I think those two should be locked up together." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)